Wrong

Did you soil the sheets where you conscious sleeps?
There's a half gallon of bleach beneath the kitchen pipes
Let's keep this brief, I was about to leave and
I didn't really want you to come by
You can call it healing, but I just stopped from feeling
Parts of you I knew would never feel right
And you don't need healing, if you never really cared
I still don't care it's whatever, you were right
'Cause I've got faith in failure
I was bound to get what I expected
I gave it up up front to keep my pride
And I've been slowly inching up my back to this brick wall
'Cause I know it's not thick enough to keep you behind
If it was a movie, they would get the ending right
And cleverly left out all of the rest of our lives
And it would zoom out, chain smoking blunts up in our house
With junk food in our mouths, weekend sleepless dreams that mark our evenings
Maybe I just messed it up, been doing this forever
And still everywhere I go is someplace I don't belong
Maybe that's just how it is, and moving on is blending in
Maybe now it's fair to say I had it all wrong
Yeah I was wrong